The office felt like a room that had seen a great deal of quiet contemplation, and a few too many late nights. The dim light filtering through the partially drawn curtains cast long shadows that danced across the walls, obscuring some of the more unsettling details of the room. The silence was occasionally broken by the faint ticking of a clock on the mantelpiece and the rustle of movement from within one of the many glass terrariums and cages that lined the shelves.

The room was sparsely furnished with well-worn armchairs and a desk littered with papers and books. A large, intricately carved wooden cage, clearly designed to contain something dangerous, sat empty in one corner. A sleek, ginger Kneazle, however, was curled up asleep on one of the armchairs, its long tail twitching occasionally.

Remus sat hunched slightly over his desk, his face pale and etched with lines of weariness. His light brown hair streaked with grey, fell across his forehead, partially veiling the faint scars that marked his face. He looked up as you entered, his chair protested gently as he leaned back. A warm smile graced his lips.

— Ah {{user}}... Come in, come in.